5 Truly this was the Son of God! Though in a servant's mean disguise, And bruis'd beneath the Father's rod, Not for Himself,-for man He dies. MONTGOMERY. P1 Which before the cross I spend ; Life and health, and peace possessing, 4 May I still enjoy this feeling, Prove his wounds each day more healing, HYMN 254. 21 WHEN 7s. ROBINSON. [*] Telemann's Chant. The Three Mountains. THEN on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty, To proclaim his holy law, p All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When in ecstasy sublime, Tabor's glorious height I climb, In the too transporting light, p Darkness rushes o'er my sight. -3 When on CALVARY I rest, God in flesh made manifest, o Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. ' p 4 Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away : Thou art heav'n on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary. HYMN 255. C. M. MONTGOMERY. Stephens. [b] "This do in Remembrance of Me." human kindness meets return, P1And owns the grateful tie; If tender thoughts within us burn, 2 O shall not warmer accents tell To him who died, our fears to quell, 3 While yet his anguish'd soul survey'd 4 Remember Thee! thy death, thy shame, O memory, leave no other name HYMN 256. C. M. NOEL. York. Mentz. [b] "This do in Remembrance of Me." e1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember Thee. g 2 Thy body, broken for my sake, -3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, s 1 O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember Thee : 5 Remember Thee, and all thy pains Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, When Thou shalt in thy kingdom come, MONTGOMERY. HYMN 257. 7s. Sudbury. [*] Resurrection of Christ. Matt. xxviii, 6. M Jesus scatters all its gloom $ Day of triumph through the skies— -2 Christians! dry your flowing tears, HYMN 258. L. M. COLLYER. Arnheim. [*] The Ascension. Acts i, 9. THE mighty Conqu'ror leaves the dead,- The powers of hell are captive led, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, g4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?” 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, g 6" Who is the King of Glory, who?" C. WESLEY. HYMN 259. H. M. Haddam. [*] Christ the King of Glory. 1G With a triumphant noise: OD is gone up on high, The anthems of the sky Proclaim th' angelic joys! Join all on earth, rejoice and sing- 2 God in the flesh below, For us he reigns above: Let all the nations know The Saviour's conqu❜ring love! 3 All power to our great Lord He reigns supreme in heaven. 4 Till all the earth renew'd In one great chorus join, Join all on earth, rejoice and sing- S 1 HYMN 260. H. M. Haddam. [*] COME, every pious heart That loves the Saviour's name, Your noblest power exert To celebrate his fame; Tell all above, and all below, p 2 He left his starry crown, a On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died: What he endured, oh, who can tell! To save our souls from death and hell. s 3 From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead; u And thence his mighty foes Up through the sky the conqu'ror rode, e 4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay The debt we owe thy love; Yet tell us how we may Our gratitude approve : Our hearts our all-to thee we give : The gift though small, do thou receive. STENNETT. HYMN 261. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b or *] e 1 THE Fountain. Zech. xiii, 1. HERE is a fountain filled with blood, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see p 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransomed church of God 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, s 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, g When this poor, lisping, falt'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. COWPER. HYMN 262. C. M. Stephens. [*] The Atonement of Christ. N vain we seek for peace with God Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood 2 The threatenings of thy broken law 3 But thine illustrious sacrifice, 4 Here all the ancient types agree,― And prophets in their visions see 5 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord; "Tis on thy cross we rest; For ever be thy love adored, WATTS'S SERMONS. |